Before dawn, royalist fighting broke out around Burlington Market.
Walking through the snow, armed men wearing various types of armor took the initiative to attack the team mobilized from the police station. Compared with the guards who were all equipped with standard equipment and well-equipped weapons and armor, the royalists looked more like a motley crew.
"Watch the queue, watch the queue!"
The "Huron" wearing a high hat waved the command knife vigorously, but the temporarily assembled guards were like clumsy giants, moving with difficulty in the snow. The chaotic queue did not help them achieve effective defense capabilities.
Arrows rained down from the upper floors on both sides of the street. Several people were shot down in an instant, and countless others were injured.
Fortunately, the clothes worn in winter were thicker, so there were more minor injuries and the ability to move was still maintained. Almost as soon as they met, the police officers began to retreat, even if "Huron" yelled, it was of no avail.
William held a monocular in his hand and saw the tall hat in the crowd in the distance. He pointed at him and said: "If we can capture Huron, the vanguard of the new nobles will be completely destroyed!"
"I go!"
The Earl of Arizona moved forward vigorously, riding on the first ray of dawn, leading several personal guards and rushing forward with weapons in hand. Almost no one could stop him. The retreating team immediately fell into chaos and retreat. First, The first man fled, then the second, then the third, and fear spread through the crowd.
"Huron! Don't run!"
In the chaos of the war, Arizona saw the tall hat fleeing into an alley. He reached out to push away the crowd and chased after him. He shouted, "Catch the guy wearing the tall hat!"
The "Huron" who fled in a hurry was shocked. He quickly took off his tall hat and threw it on the roadside. He wished he had two more legs. He ran at a speed that even Arizona couldn't catch up with and disappeared in a blink of an eye.
Arizona secretly cursed that Bictus could still run, turned around, picked up the tall hat that fell on the roadside, and returned to the street. At this time, the police team completely retreated, and there was no trace of them being driven away.
A few minutes later, William held the luxurious high hat and frowned: "Huron ran away?"
"I don't think that's Huron at all. His hair color is wrong. Huron's hair is medium-long brown, while the person who escaped has short light blond hair. That old boy probably didn't come at all!"
If you didn't come, then you didn't come. Just win the first wave. At least the momentum is building now. It will be dawn soon. If more people see this battle, the advantage will be greater for them.
William took a deep breath, and the cold air irritated his lungs. He couldn't help covering his mouth and coughing, and a sickly flush appeared on his face.
"Ahem, cough, cough...Arizona, find a bamboo pole, lift up this tall hat, send people around to spread the word, and say that Police Chief Huron committed suicide out of fear of crime, and that's what he did."
"Okay, I'll go now!"
Soon, the streets and alleys echoed with the cries of Huron's death, attracting the curious eyes of the citizens who secretly hid behind curtains and in the cracks of doors to observe. They were too far away to see anything clearly, but at least there was something on the bamboo pole. Wearing a tall hat indeed.
It appears that Huron is indeed dead.
People kept opening their homes and joining the queue on the streets. More and more people gathered, gradually forming a torrent that could not be ignored.
The royalist who walked at the front got an Aslan flag from nowhere, raised it high, and walked at the front of the team. People held hands and sang songs as they walked through the depressed Burlington Market to the The edge of the Western Region.
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"What, the police team has been defeated?!"
Huron, who was hiding in the police chief's office, was shocked when he heard the news. How long had it been since then, and so many people had lost at the drop of a hat? !
The young noble's expression was distorted, and he shouted: "Impossible, there are so many of us, well-equipped, how could we be defeated by those mud-legged people! Even if there are hundreds of pigs, it is impossible to be captured so quickly!"
The deputy of the police station looked at him with a look of pity. Huron was finished this time. No matter what the final result was, neither side could let him go.
"Master Chief, you'd better run away for your life. The royalists claim that you have committed suicide out of fear of crime, and they are parading around the streets wearing your high hat!"
Most of the fury in Huron's heart disappeared at once, and even though he was wearing a thick cotton coat, he felt a chill.
Before the battle began, he asked his subordinates to wear his clothes and hat, but they were beaten to a pulp by the royalists. He was wearing a real high hat to show off his power, but he turned out to be a fake.
If it's bad, is he going to commit suicide out of fear of crime?
No, something must be done!
There were plenty of police uniforms in the police station. Huron panicked, found a random set of clothes and put them on. Regardless of whether they fit or not, he put on his police hat and ran out.
At this time, the royalists had already rushed to the police station. At a glance, they saw Huron, whose badge was half off and his hat was crooked. Several people rushed up to him, grabbed him, pressed him against the wall, raised their fists and greeted him.
"You're a bitch, bullying people everywhere!"
"Kill him, the people here are not good people!"
"Things that rely on human power!"
Huron screamed after being beaten, pushed several people away with all his strength, and fled, even losing his hat.
Another shout came from the distance:
"Police Chief Huron committed suicide out of fear of crime. He is dead!"
Huron carefully hid in the pile of debris near the roadside, not even daring to come out, and the fear in his heart turned into anger.
I'm not dead! Nonsense, I'm not dead at all!
He stared at his red eyes, and suddenly the debris covering his head was removed. A young man in a shabby coat looked at him, took two steps back in horror, tripped over his ill-fitting shoes, and shouted loudly: "There's a bad guy hiding here..."
Huron immediately jumped out and ran away, followed by several citizens armed with clubs, who seemed to have a hatred and wanted to kill him.
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"William, the General Police Department has captured it."
William raised his head and looked at the slowly descending flag, his expression not relaxed at all, the situation seemed to be a bit beyond his control.
"Where are the City Guards?"
"They are still on the road. The heavy snow has caused a lot of obstacles for them. No steam mechas have been found so far."
"be careful."
William pointed at the general police station: "Move out all the furniture and things inside, get out the carriages, block the road, and form a bunker. Although there are many people willing to support us now, we cannot expect them to block the city guard force. Try to find Some heavy equipment coming.”
Joel, who had been gone all night, came in a hurry, with uncontrollable fatigue on his face.
"Thanks for your hard work."
Joel shook his head slightly: "William, the effect of a dream is not that useful. Once we get into trouble, the wavering people will abandon us."
